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walkingnearfoxes · 4 months ago

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Mind and Might (Soldier Boy x Reader Oneshot)

3.5k words. NSFW. Smut, weed, and Soldier Boy being his own warning. Snarky Female Supe Reader.

Soldier Boy isn’t a fan of telepaths.

Is this a repost? Yes! I messed up the tags because, just like Soldier Boy, I am an ancient jackass.

Butcher owes you big time for this.

You glance at your phone, confirming that this rundown motel in Suffolk County was the place he was talking about. Sure enough, his text and the address your car directed you to are the same. Sighing, you stuff your hands in your coat pockets and head towards room 6.

He told you he might not be there when you arrived, but some of his team would be. That didn’t help to narrow it down. His “team” grew and ebbed so frequently that you wouldn’t be surprised to find anyone behind that door.

You’re inside for two seconds before you are suddenly in a tight hug.

“Holy shit!” Hughie jumps out of his chair, looking torn between joyful and passionately relieved as he hugs you. “He said you were coming, but I thought he was full of it!”

“Isn’t he always?” You chuckle and hug him back briefly before stepping away. “So, where’s-”

“And who the hell is this?”

Butcher told you there was a new addition to the team. An important addition. An addition to finally take care of Homelander. You did not anticipate that addition to be Soldier Boy.

He’s in sweats with disheveled facial hair and a beer in one hand, but you’d recognize that face anywhere. That’s Soldier Boy, and he’s staring at you like he’s figuring out a puzzle.

Hughie releases you and tells him your name. “She’s here to help us.”

“Is she now?” Soldier Boy’s eyes don’t leave you as he takes a long sip of his beer. “Sure, I could use a little relief. Little young for me, but-”

“What? Ew! No!” Hughie sputters as you blink in disbelief. “No, she’s a supe.”

Soldier Boy’s expression doesn’t change. “Yeah? What’s your magic trick, sweetheart?”

You fold your arms across your chest and cut to the chase. “I’m a telepath.”

His face immediately darkens. “A telepath.”

You nod.

He places the beer down and immediately storms to the door. “Fuck no.”

~-~

Hughie calls Butcher frantically as Soldier Boy storms around the motel. You lean against the railing and watch the original supe throw his tantrum and debate leaving. Morbid curiosity and a deep loathing for Homelander keep you there.

Butcher manages to corral Soldier Boy back to the room, but that hasn’t stopped the argument.

“I’m not working with a mind fucker,” Soldier Boy snaps.

“Mind fucker?” You repeat. “How did you know my birth name?”

The glare he shoots you eerily reminds you of laser eyes.

Butcher holds up his hands. “Mate, she makes Mindstorm look like a sniveling tyke.”

Soldier Boy scoffs. “That’s a good thing to you?”

“It means we have another advantage,” Butcher offers. “You’re the brawn, she’s the brain, I’ve got the heart that’s gonna finish off these cunts.”

Soldier Boy’s glare lessens by one percent.

You sigh and take a step forward. “How about this? I promise to never use my powers on you.”

He scoffs. “And you want me to trust your word, sweet cheeks?”

“I just want Homelander gone,” You hold out your hand to him. “If that means helping you take out Payback, I’m in.”

He stares down at you for so long that you’re sure he will reject your proposition. Then, just as you’re about to pull away, he reaches out and takes your hand. He’s unnaturally warm, his fingers calloused and easily able to wrap around yours. Before you can pull away, he squeezes your wrist and tugs you forward. You stumble, only just able to maintain your balance and not run into his chest. You have to tilt your chin up to look at his dangerous glare.

“If you even think about using any freaky shit on me…” He growls out. “You’re dead.”

~-~

Butcher’s driving. Hughie is in the back of the car with you. Soldier Boy is glaring at you through the rearview mirror. He makes a scoffing sound. For the fifth time.

“Need a cough drop?” You offer.

Hughie groans and hides his face in his hand.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Soldier Boy grunts, turning to look back at you. “This is gonna be a fight. Not a fucking circus.”

“So I learned juggling for nothing?”

“Knock it off, the both of ya,” Butcher says, though you notice how his lips twitch in amusement. “You can fuck each other when I’m not in the same bloody car.”

“Or me,” Hughie says with a raised finger. “I would also like to not be in the car when that happens. For the record.”

~-~

There were more hired goons than anticipated, but that wasn’t much of a problem when Soldier Boy was on your side.

He surveys the carnage across the forest floor, shaking his head in annoyance. He dropped his blunt after the fourth guy. Sloppy. What a waste.

Regretting what he’s about to see, he lifts his head to look at you. He nearly reels back in shock. You’re standing around five fallen men, each of them unconscious. There wasn’t a scratch on you. Before he can further comprehend the scene, you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“You good?” You ask.

He takes a moment, glancing at the bodies again, and swallows. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go.”

~-~

Soldier Boy can’t find any damn blunts in this house. The Legend must have hidden it on him. Asshole. He’s ready to start throwing shit when he smells what he’s been looking for. He follows the scent and is more than a little surprised to find you alone on one of the balconies. He frowns as he opens the door, looking between you and the contraption you’re holding in your hand. You stare at him suspiciously for a second, but it only takes you a moment to figure out his stare.

“It’s a pen,” You explain, smiling as you hold it out to him. “Just press down on the button.”

Soldier Boy hesitates briefly but finds himself standing beside you on the balcony. You put the pen in his hand, ensuring your fingers don’t touch. He puts the pen's tip in his mouth, presses the button, and inhales the sweet bliss. He blows the smoke out into the air with a long sigh, then fondly looks down at the pen. “The shit they’ve come up with...”

You chuckle and turn back to look out at the skyline. You rub your forehead, and Soldier Boy raises a brow in curiosity. “You good?”

You don’t answer him right away. He takes another hit of the pen to occupy the space.

“A lot of telepathy gives me a headache,” you finally explain, gesturing to the pen he’s still holding. “Hence the weed.”

There’s the window he’s been waiting for. “Yeah, what the fuck did you do to those guys?”

You wave your hand in front of you. “I can use my powers to knock people unconscious, but it’s been a while…and that was a lot of people.”

Soldier Boy’s frown deepens, but you continue before he can say more. “So with that on top of focusing on not reading people’s thoughts…it’s just a lot.”

He hums in thought, taking yet another hit of the pen. In his defense, you don’t seem to mind. “You never sneak a peek?”

I arch a brow. “You want me to end up like Mindstorm?”

“Fuck no,” He retorts quickly. “But it’s a damn useful power to just…not use.”

You shrug. “I told you I wouldn’t, and I won’t. A real superhero never lies.”

He nearly chokes on his fourth hit of the pen. The last time he heard that line, he was in the midst of not receiving an Academy Award. He turns to you in shock, and you smile slyly back.

“My grandpa played The Soldier Boy Story until I knew it by heart,” You explain softly. “You still have fans, Soldier Boy.”

There’s silence as he looks you over as if spotting something for the first time. He slowly hands you back your pen. “...Ben.”

You blink. “What?”

“Call me Ben,” He murmurs. “I hate hearing Soldier Boy all the damn time.”

You slowly smile. “Okay. Ben.”

Something in how your lips curve around his name feels good to him.

~-~

Ben bursts into the motel room. “The fuck happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Hughie says, wide eyes darting between Ben and your shaking form. “We followed Butcher’s lead to the club, she was fine until we got back-”

A club full of supes with enough fucked up thoughts to drive the pope to an orgy. Ben growled. He was going to kill Butcher for sending you there.

“Go get Butcher,” He orders to Hughie, and then it’s as if Hughie doesn’t exist to him. He kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the bed, face in your hands. “Talk. What’s going on?”

“It was too much,” You whisper, your voice just as shaky as your shoulders. “Tuning them all out…my head…”

He cups your face in his massive hands. “You listen to me, baby girl. Nothing else. Breathe in. Slower. Slower. And now back out.”

You listen as he guides you through slower breathing for several minutes. He doesn’t stop - nor does he allow you to stop - until you stop shaking. He still cradles your face, his green eyes analyzing every inch of you. “Better?”

You sniffle, utterly unaware of how that sound makes his heart clench. “Y-yeah…thanks.”

“It’s my job, sweetness,” Ben brushes a thumb carefully over your cheekbone. “Next time, tell me what Butcher tells you to do so I can kick his ass first.”

~-~

“Ben.”

His free hand covers your mouth, his other hand too busy curling two fingers inside of you so perfectly your legs shake. “You trying to get us an audience, sweetness?”

You whine against his mouth, and he chuckles in reply, his thumb teasingly pressing harder down on your clit. The wall behind you and his warmth in front of you are all that’s keeping you upright at this point. In the back of your mind, you vaguely remember that a crappy motel wall is all that’s distancing you from Butcher and Hughie.

It feels too good to care.

“You know…” Ben talks casually as his fingers fuck you faster. He never tires. He never has to adjust. He just takes. “If I knew this was a better way to keep you calm, I would’ve started this weeks ago.”

You bite his palm, and he laughs. “Playing that way tonight, huh?”

He leans in, and his lips easily find the sensitive skin of your neck. He sucks down hard, and you feel his smirk when you moan. “There we go…” He praises. “Come on, baby. Let go.”

You’d be more embarrassed at how much his voice gets you off if it didn’t feel so damn good. His thumb rubs those tight circles on your clit, and you’re gone. He grins as he feels your walls tighten on his fingers. “Good girl…”

He only removes his hand from your mouth when you stop convulsing. His other hand deftly slips out of your undone pants, and he sucks his soaked fingers into his mouth. The groan he makes is obscene. “Pussy like damn ambrosia.”

You lean your head back against the wall. “Where…where did that even come from?”

He grins deviously. “I need a reason? You looked good today. That’s all,” He leans in and brushes his lips over yours. “And we’re not done...”

~-~

“So, you guys finally found a way to get along?”

You look up from your coffee mug, shooting Hughie a confused glance. “What’re you talking about?”

Hughie grins and gestures to your neck. “Heck of a mark there.”

You growl and look back at Ben, who is lingering near the fridge. “Did you seriously give me a hickey?”

His grin is shameless. “What? You look good with it,” He comes up behind you, his voice right next to your ear. “Don’t act like you weren’t begging for it.”

He gives your ass a good smack as he walks by, and damn it if you weren’t fighting back a blush. Hughie looks between the two of you and sighs. “Does he even care that I’m here?”

~-~

You don’t notice the heat until it’s almost too late.

Ben later tells you that it was a commercial with some shit Russian music playing in the background. It was enough to set him off. You’re reading in the bed beside him, unaware of it until you feel it. His chest warms so quickly that half of him is steaming from the reactor Russia had gifted him.

You grab his arm. “Ben.”

Ben is barely there anymore. His eyes are clenched shut. “Leave.”

If he blows, the whole motel is going with him. There is no “leaving.”

“Let me help,” You hold his face, ignoring the burn it gives to your palms. “Please.”

His eyes shakily open, and for a terrifying moment, you see resistance. Then, he gives a curt nod. You respond immediately, your telepathy sending calming energy pulses into his mind. Slowly but certainly, the light in his chest fades. He falls back against the bed in exhaustion when it's completely gone. You move to pull your hands away, but he catches your wrists.

“...thanks.”

You smile. “My pleasure. I always prefer not to be blown up.”

Ben huffs a tired laugh. He pulls you to rest on his chest and curls his arms around you. “Give me a sec, and I can help with those burnt hands.”

You would barely call it a burn, but play it up with a smile anyway. “You’re a healer now?”

He kisses the top of your head. “Nah. But I can distract ya from the pain…”

~_~

Ben always eats you out like you’re his last meal. You have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with your teasing him before you started hooking up, asking him if he even knew where the clit was; the look he gave you, in retrospect, was scheming.

Oh, he knew.

He has your thighs over his shoulders and his hands on your lower stomach. You’re a powerful supe, but you may as well be a doll under his strength. You have little choice but to take what he gives you, and tonight, he seems intent on climaxing you to unconsciousness. After the fourth one, you give his hair a very purposeful tug. “Ben, mercy!” You say with a breathless laugh, your legs shaking as he lazily runs his tongue up and down your slit.

He smirks and moves his mouth away, only enough to speak. “What do you mean? We haven’t even hit our record yet.”

You shake your head indulgently and loosen your grip on his hair, carding your fingers through the locks instead. He practically purrs. “We had a lot more time with the record,” You remind him. Seriously, what’s the rush?”

Ben’s eyes have a rare flicker of solemnity as he pulls away to rest his chin on top of your thigh. “...I don’t know, baby. I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Your hand stills for a moment. “Herogasm was a fluke, you know that.”

“...it’s not that,” He closes his eyes for a moment and kisses your hip. There’s a new resolution to his gaze when he looks at you again. “I don’t want you coming with us to the tower.”

“...excuse me?”

“Babe-”

“What the fuck, Ben?” You push his head away, and he obliges you by moving so you can sit up on the bed. “So, that’s what this was? Orgasming me into agreeing?”

“...maybe a little.”

“No,” You say firmly. “I’m not stepping back when we’re this close.”

He says your first name. He never says your name. It’s always some pet name, a form of endearment. He’s serious about this. “Something’s going to go wrong. I don’t know what, but…I can’t…”

He rests his forehead against your knee. “Please.”

He never says please, either.

Your stubbornness fades, and you soften. You scoot closer, a hand cradling the back of his neck. He melts at your touch, and you can’t help but give a quiet sigh of agreement. “Alright…but I swear if you blow up Manhattan-”

He lets out a sound, half torn between relief and a laugh. He kisses your knee. “I won’t, babe. Promise.”

You smile softly. “Good…I love you.”

Ben stiffens, though he doesn’t move from his place on your knee. “Babe…”

“You don’t need to say it back,” You say to him softly. “I just…needed you to know.”

He lets out a shaky breath. His reply is kissing his way back between your thighs. He told you what happened the last time he loved someone. You understand. He may be unable to say it, but he can show it.

~-~

He only half kept his promise about not blowing up Manhattan.

You could see the explosion from the safe house, and you had never run so fast. The city was a disaster, with people fleeing in every direction and fires dotting the streets. You focus your powers on his mind, desperate for any sign of life. While you don’t detect his thoughts, you feel him - and he was close.

You find his unconscious body ungracefully sprawled near a fire hydrant. People barely give him a glance between their panic and all the smoke, but that won’t last long. You need to act quickly.

“I’m gonna kill you when you wake up,” You growl, taking his arms and dragging him toward the nearest alley. When he is safely slumped against the wall, you pull your phone out of your pocket. It was time to call in a favor.

~-~

Grace is the only one who knows where the two of you are. It takes several IOUs to make it happen. You’re sure she still wouldn’t have gone for it before understanding you are the only thing that can calm the walking nuclear reactor.

Ben has been unconscious for hours. You’re pacing the bedroom of the cottage Grace has placed you in, reminding yourself that he always needs time to recover after a blast. He would wake up. He had to.

Finally, when you’re considering waking him up in some more unconventional ways, his eyes creak open. His gaze lands on you immediately, and he murmurs your name. You jump him in a hug, ignoring his grunt of surprise.

“Ben, you asshole,” You whisper, tightening your hold as his hand comes around to rest on your lower back. “I told you-”

“Sorry, sweetness,” He murmurs, his voice exhausted. “It went more wrong than I thought.”

You pull away to look at him. “What happened?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” He murmurs, glancing around the room suspiciously. “The fuck are we doing in a cabin?”

“Right…well, that is a very long story. You remember Grace from Nicaragua-”

“Wait.”

He lifts a hand and cradles the side of your face. The action is so soft that your words fade to nothing. He studies your eyes for a moment and then nods. “Read my mind.”

You blink in shock. “What?”

“I’m serious,” Ben murmurs. “Read my mind. I need you to see something.”

You wait as if expecting a punchline. When none come, you nod. You loosen your senses and connect them to his thoughts.

They are all of you. Your first meeting, your bickerings, your first stolen kiss on the balcony. Everything. As you fade from memory to memory, one unavoidable truth reveals itself. He loves you.

You pull back to the present, staring at him with your lips lightly parted. He smiles lazily and pulls you to his chest. You give in without complaint, your eyes falling shut.

“...you damn sap.”

“Shut it, sweets.”

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